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The savage bows down to idols of wood and stone the civilized man to idols of flesh and blood.

quote by George Bernard Shaw
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Subhuman

Burn down all your idols
Destroy your idols
Create a scene
There goes all your reason
It's helter skelter
It's not a dream

Come down from the altar
Remove your blindfold
What do you see
Nothing left to do here
There's nothing new here
It's all the same

You're going down

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Heroes and idols

Heroes and idols
~
we should never meet those
we aspire towards
unless we crave disappointment
idols are flawed, heroes too
I’ve seen first hand
my own poor choices
and all their failings
I should take notes in my book
sketch them into corners
to be read, and read again
maybe the best ones are mad
maybe its that off beat soul
that ticks so many boxes
makes us stand up, take notice
the great ones we label
artists, poets, actors, writers
the more messed up they appear
that extra bit special they seem
some burn out, others die young
but they all leave a legacy
one that stands the test of time
one that has us going back for more
leaving them there always
as idols, heroes to aspire towards

poem by Matthew Holloway
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The Flowers of Thy Being

Being the human beings
Undiscerning is our Art
The thoughts are merely feeble
The Actions, unwise
Me Lord! Me Lord!
Helpless we are, careless as well
The Moment, Thy Person reflects Thy Art
Visible is evrything, discerning we are!
What is Thorn? What is Flower?
Demarkation is accessible
Numerous Thorns we come across
Thorns!
Maybe are the Idols!
Yeah, they are!
Our 'self' leads us to Idols
Thy 'Self' takes us towards Flowers:
The Flower of Thy Word!
The Flower of Thy Path!
The Flower of Thy Guidance!
The Flower is nothing else but Thy Being
O' Lord save us from Idols!
Protect us from Thorns I mean
Shower upon us just Thy Flowers
The Flowers of Thy Being
The Flowers of Thy Being

poem by Azhar Hameed
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Disparity

The priests display the idols.
The slaves carry the idols.
Priests are paid more and the slaves, less.
The worshipers meat their pays.
08.07.2004

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Falling, I Rise

My idols, my desires,
My obsessions, my goals,
My destination.
Help me move forward in life?
Or make me idle.
Always just one step away,
But never quite there.
Never fulfilled, always despaired,
Just plain empty.
A mirage, in the desert of life.
The wind cannot be caught,
Although I chase it.
It can blow me away though.
I prefer a gentle breeze.
I love my idols.
I am loving them.
They do not love me back.
They do not, or will not prove love,
Love is true.
Love proves it is love.
They have an end.
Love does not.
The idols hurt me,
Yet, I still pursue.
Loves hurts, I run.
One by one, they will fall.
When they have all fallen,
I will be at the bottom.
Until there is only one left.
This one is love.
It is the only one that will not fall.
It will not fail.
It will pick me up,
And carry me through.
It never left me.
I left it.
Now, in love, I fall.
As I fall, I rise.

poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Every thinking of being, all philosophy, can never be confirmed by "facts", ie, by beings. Making itself intelligible is suicide for philosophy. Those who idolize "facts" never notice that their idols only shine in a borrowed light. They are also meant not to notice this; for thereupon they would have to be at a loss and therefore useless. But idolizers and idols are used wherever gods are in flight and so announce their nearness.

quote by Martin Heidegger
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Stealing Idols from the Temples

The racketeers kidnap the idols
from the temples built long ago.
They lift the finials atop the towers
as they attain Iridium, the rare metal
being exposed to lightning for long.
They sell the artefacts to wellwishers
of other cults and cultutres.

The culprits need not leave their trade
as the love of gold doesn't fade.
Even the Cricketers are married to gold
tying thick chains around their necks.
The chains jump out and glint
when they hit a sixer or uproot the stumps.

Don't melt the idols to get blazing gold
to glaze the eyes of bitches and witches.
Convert the idols by tying a chains of Cross
around the necks or putting caps on their heads.
The kind of theft is as old as the temples themselves.
Why don't you use modern technology?

poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Gollum

I love it, I hate it
For the fire it stirs in me
My passion, soul ashen
Do I want to be set free?
When time marches on relentless
I reach for you
When pressing on seems senseless
I reach (for you)
Kill my idols
Only you can satisfy
Kill my idols
You won't let me calcify
I love it, I hate it
Like I love and hate myself
You are my golden eye
Teach me to delight in you
And you can take
You can take it all away
My fist is open
You can take it all away

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Bible in Poetry: 1 Corinthians 8

1Foods sacrificed to idols all:
We know we all possess knowledge,
That puffs up, but love builds it up.
2 The man who thinks he knows something,
Does not yet know things he must know.
3He, who loves God, is known by God.
4 Of eating food sacrificed to idols:
An idol is nothing at all;
There is no God but one in world.
5 For ev’n if there are so-called gods,
Whether in heaven or on earth,
(Indeed there are many 'gods', 'lords') ,
6 Yet, there is but one God for us,
The Father, from whom all things came,
And for whose sake, we live on earth;
There is but one Lord, Jesus Christ,
Through whom all things had come to us,
Through whom we live, our lives on earth.
7But everyone does not know this.
Some people are so accustomed
To idols that when they eat food,
They think it was sacrificed to it,
And since their conscience is weak,
It is defiled when they eat it.
8 But food doesn’t bring us nearer God;
We aren’t worse off if we don’t eat,
And better not, if we do eat.
9 Be careful that your freedom then,
Does not become a stumbling block,
To your weaker brothers on earth.
10 If one with a weak conscience,
Sees that you have this knowledge then,
Eating in an idol's temple,
Will emboldened be, to eat what
Has been sacrificed to idols!
11 This weak brother, for whom Christ died,
Is destroyed by your knowledge thus.
12 And when you sin against brothers
This way and wound their conscience,
You sin against the Savior Christ.
13 If what I eat could cause therefore,
My brother to fall into sin,
I will not eat meat ever again,
So that, I will not cause his fall.

poem by John Celes
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Desecration of Idols of the Past Leaders

The idols of the past national leaders
are dumped into the sacks of their castes.
The boys fed with the dirt of castes
go in vans as pilgrims to worship the statues
with oodles of choppers, daggers and rods.
The cops stand in day and night to protect
the people of one caste from the the other.
At times they face the onslaughts of the mob
which takes law unto their hands
even to kill the guardians of law and order
and fill the land with fear and angst.

If they go on pilgrimage with kin and children
to offer their prayers to their idols,
not only on their days of birth and death
but also on all the days of the year
with goats and cocks to slit, cook and eat,
these idols will become gods in future
and all the castes will worship with piety.

Newly sprung-up leaders whip the boys up
to harm the people of weak castes and the cops
and smear the faces of the idols with filth
and garland with worn-out slippers.
Who roused these unruly gangs to set on fire
the huts of the suppressed classes
and rob the valuables they earned in a decade
by toiling in the boiling sun or guarding our borders?
The youths of the insecure castes
should not misuse the special ‘Acts'
to blockmail the teachers and leaders
and kidnap the girls of other castes to rape
and then set them against their own parents.

poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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The World is Full of Kindness

The World is full of kindness—
And not the poor alone;
We Christians in our blindness
Bow down to hearts of stone;
The clever, bitter cynic,
Whose poisoned “soul” is dead,
And, like the rotten clinic,
Raves, helpless, on his bed.

The world is full of kindness—
But not the White alone;
The heathen in his blindness
Bows down to wood and stone;
But all men are his brothers,
In spite of all the “Powers,”
And the things he does for others
Shew whiter souls than ours.

The world is full of kindness—
But not the Lean alone;
The Fat man in his blindness
Bows down, and not to stone;
But when a friend’s in trouble,
And an honest friend at that,
Then I’d turn to the Fat man
In spite of all his fat.

The world is full of kindness
If it is let alone,
And men’s hearts in their blindness
Are neither ice nor stone.
In spite of all pretences,
We get it from Above;
In spite of all defences—
Red blood, kind hearts, and love.

poem by Henry Lawson
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Blood From A Stone

Well Ive been walkin
Down a one way dirty street
Tryin to find the answers
And Ive been hopin
For a chance to meet
The rat that spread the cancer
And the lies theyve been spinnin
And the smiles theyve been grinnin
There sure has been some sinnin
But nobodys winnin
When the walls start to crumblin
You feel like youre stumblin
And nobody wants you when youre down
They took the boy from the city
But they cant take the city from the
Boys lookin pretty
Now hes lookin like a pity
Cut the flesh down to the bone
But you cant get
You cant get blood from a stone
You cant get blood from a stone
Well Im a rollin
But my trains gone off the tracks
And my wheels are spinnin
And Im a walkin
Down a one way dirty street
But my hearts not sinkin
From the love theyve been buyin
And the blues theyve been cryin
Now the time keeps a flyin
But nobodys tryin
Cause the love of the money
Didnt turn out so sunny
When the wells dry
No one comes around
They took the boy from the city
But they cant take the city from the
Boys lookin pretty
Now hes lookin like a pity
Cut the flesh down to the bone
But you cant get
You cant get blood from a stone
You can try
But I still got the fight in my eyes
Suck it dry
Cause Ive had about enough of your lies
They took the boy from the city
But they cant take the city from the
Boys lookin pretty
Now hes lookin like a pity
Cut the flesh down to the bone
But you cant get blood from a stone
They took the boy from the city
But they cant take the city from the
Boys lookin pretty
Now hes lookin like a pity
Cut the flesh down to the bone
But you cant get
You cant get blood from a stone, no
You cant get blood from a stone
You cant get blood from a stone
You cant get blood from a stone
You cant get blood from a stone
You cant get blood from a stone

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A Poem That Had Potential

In Despair he rode away,
leaving the world behind,
he thought he could bring the light,
but only a sealed door.
Idols crowded him,
GrowlingÂ like a pack of Ravenous dogs, Â
Demanded his Way be gone from them.

So The Sage rode to find another way to spread his light,
But found only the want of Darkest Bliss.
Despair crushed his soul and his Way,
So he left them to their gold, to split from him and all.
With their adversary the idols are silent.
Now the people were empty and their minds collected mold.
Never to know the light they toiled away,
until the clocks final toll.

poem by Nicholas Abaddon
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Humbled And Silenced By Mercy

Once perishing in blood I lay,
Creatures no help could give,
But Jesus passed me in the way,
He saw, and bid me live.

Though Satan still his rule maintained,
And all his arts employed;
That mighty Word his rage restrained,
I could not be destroyed.

At length the time of love arrived
When I my Lord should know,
Then Satan, of his pow'r deprived,
Was forced to let me go.

O can I e'er that day forget
When Jesus kindly spoke!
Poor soul, my blood has paid thy debt,
And now I break thy yoke.

Henceforth I take thee for my own,
And give myself to thee;
Forsake the idols thou hast known,
And yield thyself to me.

Ah, worthless heart! it promised fair,
And said it would be thine;
I little thought it e'er would dare
Again with idols join.

Lord, dost thou such backslidings heal,
And pardon all that's past?
Sure, if I am not made of steel,
Thou hast prevailed at last.

My tongue, which rashly spoke before,
This mercy will restrain;
Surely I now shall boast no more,
Nor censure, nor complain.

poem by John Newton
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Sleeping Gas *not done

green gas spawns from idols of greed and lust
its moves like a growing weed as the world begins to rust

leaves fall, dying corpses
as flesh booms from iron horses

poem by Wandering Scarlet
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The Death Of A Sage

In despair he rode away,
leaving the world behind,
he thought he could bring the light,
but found only a walled in door.
Idols crowded him,
Demanding his Way begone from them,
To leave all minds in their fists.
He rode to find another way to spread his light,
oh Great Master, how far did you ride?
Despair crushed his soul and his Way,
He left us to our gold,
Now we split from him and all.
Without the Way all idols are silent.
Now we are empty of all and the mind has collected mold.
Oh we shall never forget you all wise Sage.
Never forget the Great Master.

poem by Nicholas Abaddon
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The Etiquette of Standards (Fiction Unrestricted)

With a romancing done to symbolize,
Idols cast in stone to emphasize...
An hypocrisy that stabilizes their lives!
With an ostracizing actively performed,
On anyone who might criticize.

Truth to them is treated like sin.
And those who speak it become victims.
The etiquette of standards are values embraced.
Although contrived are their lives...
In a plan to devise realities compromised.
And based upon fiction unrestricted.

With a romancing done to symbolize,
Idols cast in stone to emphasize...
An hypocrisy that stabilizes their lives!
And that stability cracks backs with lies!
Upheld and defied by those hiding tears they cry.

And an unstoppable higher consciousness,
Comes knocking to pay visits.
And nothing documented can prevent this one bit.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Man...is a tame or civilized animal never the less, he requires proper instruction and a fortunate nature, and then of all animals he becomes the most divine and most civilized but if he be insufficiently or ill- educated he is the most savage of earthly creatures.

quote by Plato
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Man...is a tame or civilized animal; never the less, he requires proper instruction and a fortunate nature, and then of all animals he becomes the most divine and most civilized; but if he be insufficiently or ill- educated he is the most savage of earthly creatures.